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Origins of Enjar: Chapter 5 - Shattered Dreams

CW: Medical abuse, descriptions of non-con, themes of survivor's guilt & PTSD

Enjar could see him.

Viktor.

Everywhere he looked.

Every time he blinked.

In every nook and cranny.

The silence of the forest was filling his head, making it feel like cotton was crammed into his skull.

Someone was speaking, it was getting closer… Viktor must be sneaking up on him.

“Get away from me!” He screamed, looking at the person in front of him.

Anna’s voice cracked as she spoke up, “Enjar, it’s me. Anna. See. Look at me… Please…”

Enjar’s eyes focused on Anna’s face and-

‘Wait… no that�� that is Anna. My sister… I want her.’

Enjar reached out for her, as best he could in the cuffs, whimpering like a hyperventilating toddler, “A-A-A-A-An…”

Anna wrapped her arms around him tightly. She was warm and smelled nice. She always smelled nice, she liked collecting perfumes.

‘What else does she like? She likes gardening, and working at the university, and…’ Enjar’s eyes grew wide as Anna’s hand met the back of his head, stroking him from the top of his head to the end of his neck.

It felt so good. Anna was here and she was with him, and she would protect him. Burying his head in the crook of her neck, Enjar began to bawl his eyes out, clinging on to Anna for dear life.

He heard someone saying her name over and over… Him.

His voice.

He was saying her name. It was like a light switched on in his mind and he came crashing back into his body, groaning as he relaxed in Anna’s arms with a shaky breath.

“Nghhh… Anna…”

Anna nodded, continuing to soothe him. “I’m here, I’m here…” Enjar pulled back, fiddling with his blanket and moving to wipe his eye, before the restraints stopped him. Anna wiped the tears away, the dressing on his face coming loose as tears weakened the seal.

He was making a strange grunting sounds, like when a baby was trying to stop itself from crying. Anna lay him back rubbing his chest and holding his hand as he began to catch his breath.

“Just breathe, En… That’s it, just breathe.” This wasn’t the first time he had had a panic attack, but this was nothing like his others. He felt drained of energy as he lay back, Anna continuing to rub his chest.

He felt so small and exposed, the room was too bright, giving him a headache. “Eyes… Light… H-Hurt…”

Anna frowned, processing the request for a second, before leaving his side to go and flick off the light. He felt so cold without her there.

“Anna…” He whined, looking over to her as she flicked off the light.

“I’m here.” She reassured him, rubbing his chest again. He lifted his left arm, the one that didn’t feel weird and reached for over for Anna’s hand.

“Hmmm…” He groaned, happier. Anna nodded, continuing to rub Enjar’s chest as he groaned.

“That’s it… That’s it…” Ringing began in Enjar’s head, causing him to moan loudly, his left arm reaching for his forehead, his right feeling tingly, both strapped to the bed and frustrating him.

As Anna’s eyes trailed over Enjar’s body slowly, looking for anything, she held in a small gasp when they saw the massive hand shaped bruises on his legs, Anna looking to his arms and realising that the bruises she had been looking at this whole time weren’t from the attack. SHe could've kicked herself.

How had she not put it together before now?

Enjar whined, feeling cold and exposed. ‘I want to wrap myself in 100 layers of kevlar…’ He thought as watched with wide, scared eyes as the man who had attacked him in that forest crept around his room, seemingly teleporting into his vision everywhere he looked.

“What do you see?” Anna asked, but Enjar couldn’t answer, he couldn’t make his mouth work.

“Nnnnhh…” He moaned, lying back and closing his eyes.

“Enjar? Tell me what’s wrong.” Anna asked, sounding worried. Enjar wasn’t sure what any of those words meant.

He felt floaty… tingly… like he was drifting away…

Was this it? Was he finally dying? Was he free?

“Hey…” Someone was shaking him awake. “You need to stay awake for me.”

It was that nurse again.

He was back.

Fuck.

“Mnnnn, g’way…” Enjar mumbled, shivering as he opened his eyes. His left arm moved to weakly try and shove whoever it was off him, but it only found dead air, as the restraints held him back. The dressing on his face had come loose, but it was comforting to be able to open both at the same time and actually look around. He could hear voices.

“He’s coming around.” Enjar tried to lift his right arm but it still felt weird, numb and somehow also achy.

“Hey, look at me.” Anna spoke, low and calm, only just hiding the wobble in it. Enjar turned his eyes to look at the face he didn’t recognise and asked with a gravelly whisper.

“You…?” The face smiled, nodding.

“Yes. Me. I’m here, E- Just please come to back to me.”

Enjar shivered again, looking down to see his chest rising and falling fast as he panted through the tail end of his panic attack. He made a distressed whine, the hand of the face slowly cupping his cheek, as he leaned into it with a shuddering sigh.

“Hey, you’re okay.” Anna comforted him.

“Anna…” Enjar mumbled, looking around for her. He wanted to see Anna…

He groaned, trying to make his mind think right. He felt so cold, he felt fuzzy inside.

“Smthss…” He mumbled, the ringing in his head rising again. “I… hnnnngh…”

Enjar cringed, closing his eyes as he curled up a little, Anna felt his forehead. It felt skin felt warm. He shivered as he looked at the IV. It seemed to be sucking his blood from his arm instead of putting stuff in it.

“Huh….” He mumbled in confusion, bending his elbow. He gasped in pain, trying to bend his elbow again, but it didn’t work. Enjar threw his head back, gritting his teeth and crying out in confusion and fear.

Anna’s voice appeared from somewhere and Enjar felt her touch his head, stroking his hair again. She hushed him, trying to calm him down but it was all too much.

Everything was too much. Enjar shuddered as his mind went cloudy, the energy draining from his veins in seconds. He cried out, afraid and hurting as something cold and wet touched his sore arm. Whimpering, he leaned into Anna’s hand, the darkness consuming him.

Anna watched as Enjar’s whimpers grew smaller and quieter. He was shaking badly, having gone from screaming, writhing and crying a few minutes ago to quiet whimpering and quivering. His head suddenly became heavy in her hand, a sigh leaving him as he passed out.

At that second, Dr Lauge walked in, looking bored.

He nodded at Anna, leaving the room. Anna looked up as he returned with the nurse, panicked. She leaned over her unconscious brother protectively, glaring at them.

“I heard screaming. Please let me see the patient.”

Anna leaned in closer, “No. Not until you tell me what you’re going to do.”

Dr Lauge sighed in annoyance quickly, his eyes flicking as they rolled.

“I just need to check his vitals, and ensure that he is okay. I’ll hardly touch him.” He flicked on a bright, kind smile as he snapped on his gloves, his expression was night and day from before.

The nurse hovered in the background, glowering as she prepared some medication. Lauge felt for Enjar’s pulse on his neck, his other hand resting on his chest, before pulling out his stethoscope.

He pulled the top of Enjar’s patient gown down, exposing his chest and listening in a few places. Anna frowned slightly as she watched his like a hawk. She couldn’t help but notice how much weight Enjar had lost.

His muscle mass had shrunk, he used to love showing it off to her and now all those years of work was gone. His cheeks were hollow and his chest was flatter, his ribs and collarbones more visible than she’d ever seen them before. Lauge shined a light in his eyes for a moment, before stepping back with a tired sigh, examining a heart monitor. “Combination of fatigue and overstimulation. His vitals are fine. He just needs rest. Perhaps you should go home and leave him to recover for a while.”

Anna stood fast, she wasn’t going anywhere. The doctor and nurse duo gave her a very bad feeling. Joanna came over with a syringe.

“Ahh, good, a top up of his sedative. This should keep him a bit calmer. Prevent him from reacting as strongly to the nightmares.” Lauge explained, the honey dripping off his words. His entire tone had changed, to warm and comfortable, his voice soft and low as he administered the medication.

“This should be perfect.” Lauge mumbled, handing the syringe to Joanna, as he stroked Enjar’s hair.

“You poor thing…” He smiled softly. Looking up at Anna, who felt a confused twist in her chest, he smiled.

“Do you want a blanket? Anything?” He had clued into the fact she wasn’t going to leave, not that he could force her. His patient wasn't technically here and she wasn't a visitor. This room was "under maintenence". Security would ask too many questions.

“No, thank you.” Anna replied, remaining civil, returning the warmness. Maybe she was imagining things?

Dr Lauge must be a tired, busy guy, perhaps his emotions got the best of him. Besides, he was a doctor, he couldn’t be hurting En, if he was healing him? You could trust them, right?

She must be too stressed, she needed rest… Sitting by Enjar’s side, she held his limp right hand and stroked circles into his skin with her thumb… her eyelids growing heavier…

Enjar managed to sleep for a few hours, before he woke up screaming again, thrashing in his limbs in the restraints. Anna had been dozing in one of the chairs when it had happened, her eyes snapping open as she rushed over to Enjar’s side, trying to calm him down.

His eyes were wild as he tired to fight her off, slurring and moaning panicked sounds, before eventually breaking down into tears.

He ended up sobbing for an hour before he finally passed out again, Anna going back to her chair and falling asleep. He had only had about 10 minutes of sleep when the doctor from before, Dr Lauge returned, clicking on the nearby lamp.

He talked to himself in a hushed voice, the doctor seemingly realising Anna was alseep, “Yes, wake up, pretty boy… That’s it, time for a gown change…”

Enjar awoke as he heard the rustling of sheets, feeling the doctor pull them down. His stomach sank, he knew what was about to happen. He’d lost count of how many times they had done this, every IV change, bed wash and catheter replacement…

Lauge would come and “check” him. They assessed his injuries, Enjar’s low, pained moans escaping him as he followed the instructions, flexing, squeezing and pointing his hands and fingers, pulling his face in different directions…

Then, it began.

Dr Lauge administered some drugs, and stood over his patient, waiting for them to take affect. Enjar felt his body go heavy and limp after a few minutes of waiting, his eyes glazing over as Lauge removed his restraints.

He wanted to thrash and fight, but his body was too heavy, too sluggish…

Joanna appeared and they removed his patient gown, leaving him exposed to the cold air completely. Enjar stared at the ceiling in silence as the doctor moved to the catheter, snapping on gloves.

Enjar closed his eyes, shaking as his new IV was stabbed into his left arm.

Lauge’s hands gently examined him, checking the tube and replacing it, before he gently stroked Enjar’s stomach. He only did it a few times, but the smirk on his face grew as his hand went lower.

Enjar’s eyes squeezed tighter as he felt the doctor massage his thighs and hips, before he heard Lauge’s voice, sounding gleeful... sinisterly gleeful.

“Your sister can’t save you now…”

A low groan emerged from the doctor as he grabbed Enjar's groin, squeezing it hard. Enjar felt the tears prick in his eyes as the hands felt him, moving up and down and stroking his most vulnerable part…

He hated that he could feel his body reacting against his will… betraying him.

“Yeeees, see…? You do want it…” The doctor groaned as the nurse stepped closer. Enjar quivered as he felt her fingers enter him, gently thrusting in and out, but he bit his lip, holding back the sobs…

They couldn’t win. It would be over soon, anyway. He wanted nothing more than for Anna to wake up at that moment…

As he felt a strange, warm release… and then a wet tongue, licking it off his skin.

“Why…?” Enjar whispered, distant eyes locking with Lauge.

“Why? Lauge asked, grinning wickedly. “Why…? Well, because I can. I’m taking advantage of a situation I will never have again and no one can stop me.”

He felt a hand stroke his hair as the hands finally left him, then a new gown being draped over him. He could feel the rough fabric dragging over the head of his sensitive, stimulated body, and it made him want to throw up.

He could see the small tent it made.

The sight of it made him sick.

Hot breath danced over Enjar’s skin as Lauge whispered in his ear.

“Good boy… I’m glad you like it too… I’ll see you in the morning…”

Enjar shuddered as the doctor’s hot breath filled his ear, and the awful feeling as the doctor gently bit it. The restraints clamped back on around his limbs and he began to silently cry, as the two monsters left the room. “Anna…” He whispered, though through the drugs it sounded more like “Nnnnnugh…”

Anna looked over at Enjar, who had started moaning in his sleep again, mumbling her name. She listened to the rain still hitting the window, and glanced at her watch: 3:45 am.

“Ahhnnnnughh!” He cried out again. Anna got up to find Enjar lying in bed distressed and in tears. But he didn’t seem to be upset about a dream… This seemed different.

“Enni, what’s wrong…?” She murmured, sitting his bed up and hugging him. He shook in his restraints, but his head flopped forward, like he couldn’t hold it up. Turning on the lamp, Anna hugged her brother as he shook in her arms, trying to hold her, but the restraints…

“What happened?” She asked, concerned as she stroked his face… The dressings were new.

“Dhhh…trrrrrr” Enjar slurred, his pupils blown wide.

Anna’s eyes grew wide, was her brother drugged? “Enni, what happened?” She lifted his head, lying him back in the bed and sitting beside him, holding his hands.

“Dhhhtrrrrrr…” Enjar mumbled, “Tsssshhhmee…”

“Do you want the doctor?” She asked, reaching for the call button.

“Noononnnnnooonononoooo…” Enjar began mumbling, tears starting again.

“Heh…touchhhmee…”

Anna’s body froze.

“What do you mean?” She asked, looking at Enjar’s face. She gently reached for a tissue and began to wipe his face clean of tears and snot.

“He… touchnnn… evrrryywhrrr…” Enjar slurred, his eyes shutting. Anna looked over her brother’s body. His patient gown seemed to be new, maybe they had woken him up changing him, freaking him out…

“Shhhh, I’m here now… I won’t let them hurt you… You’ve always been there for me, I’ll be right here for you…” She smiled, lowering Enjar’s bed to a more comfortable sleeping position, and pulling her chair up.

She leaned over and stroked his face, smiling. “Remember when we were kids? You were always there, even if you were annoying.”

A ghost of a smiled danced over her brother’s half concealed face as she began to recount her favourite memories of their childhood together…

Enjar and Anna: 16 and 13

“En, stop it!” Anna groaned as Enjar flicked another tiny paper ball at her face.

“En, stop iiiiiiiittttt.” He mimicked her in an annoying, high-pitched voice.

“Ugh, you’re so annoying, I hate you!” Anna grumbled, turning back to her homework.

Another tiny paper ball hit her ear.

“Oh my god, Enjar!” She swivelled in her chair, looking at him with the angriest glare she could muster.

“Get out of my room you annoying idiot!”

Enjar, who was sprawled out on her bed snorted, flicking another tiny paper ball at her. “Hey, just be glad they aren’t spit balls.” He grinned wickedly. Anna grabbed her heavy stone paperweight, raising it above Enjar’s hand.

“Flick one more ball at me and I’ll break your fingers.”

Enjar smirked, “You wouldn’t.” He sneered.

Anna jerked, Enjar pulling his hand away and surrendering.

“Okay, okay… Jeez.”

Anna scoffed. “Don’t you have homework to do too?”

Enjar sighed, the lanky 16 year old laying back in her bed, his arms tucked behind his head. “Yeah, and?”

Anna widened her eyes, shaking her head at him. “And… Go do it, dummy.”

Enjar chuckled, “Nahhhh, finished it.”

Raising her eyebrows, Anna looked down her nose at him. “Really?” Enjar nodded.

“Pulled an all nighter, cause I’m just that good. Gonna go camping this weekend and Anders would murder me if I turned in my English homework late again.”

Anna scowled, going back to her homework. “If you’re not gonna help, then go away.”

Enjar rolled his eyes, groaning dramatically as he sat up. “What’s not makin’ sense Anna Banana?” Anna groaned as Enjar leaned over her, an arm on each side of the table, peering at her homework.

“Ahhhh, that’s not right.” He said, pointing at the equation she had just written.

“What do you mean?” She frowned, looking at her work. “You’re using cosine, should be using the sine. See, you’re trying to find that angle, so change that to 71 and that to 94 and…”

Anna did the calculation, looking at the textbook answer. “Oh… I see.”

Enjar stood straighter, laughing. “See, who said I didn’t know stuff?” He leaned down to Anna’s ear, smirking, before licking it.

“ENJAR!” Anna screamed, shooting up from her chair and pushing him out of her room. “You’re so gross! Go away, you stupid boy!”

Enjar smiled cockily. “You’ll thank me later!” The door slammed in his face, and Anna could hear him chuckle and walk away. She looked back at her work, stupid Enjar was right. She had been using the wrong rule.

She redid the equations, getting every single one right…

Stupid Enjar.

17 and 14

“Boo!” Enjar whispered in Anna’s ear.

Anna screamed, spinning around and smacking her older brother in the face.

“Oh, you’ve done it now!” Enjar tackled Anna, the two wrestling on the ground roaring with laughter. Enjar may be bigger and stronger than Anna, but today, she was determined not to let him win. Her knee shot up, landing square between Enjar’s legs.

Enjar choked on his laughs, eyes going wide as he curled up a little and whining as his body went stiff, landing on his side. Anna took her chance, jumping on top of him and pinning him down, counting to 10.

Enjar wiggled and squirmed at around 6, trying to escape, but Anna had him held firmly to the ground.

“And 10! I win.” She got up, dusting herself off and walking away. Enjar sat up, looking hurt.

“Hey!” He got up, limping slightly after her. “That hurt!”

Anna turned around, pouting. “Aww, well maybe you shouldn’t sneak up on me.” She grinned wickedly, skipping away to her room and slamming the door.

18 and 15

“What did you do? Headbutt a wall?” Enjar asked, raising his eyebrows as he gently held the ice pack against Anna’s forehead. “No.” She crossed her arms, going pink. She could smell the mint on Enjar’s breath as he chewed his gum.

“Did it happen at school?” He asked, looking slightly concerned.

“No… after. On the bus.”

Enjar snorted, poking her arm with his finger, the chipped black nail polish almost gone. “Come ooooooon, Tell me, Anna Banana.”

Enjar leaned back in the dining chair, reaching for a damp cloth to wipe the blood on her lip. He grunted softly as he leaned in close, his gross, strong smelling deodorant overpowering Anna’s nose as he gently padding her bruised lip, carefully avoiding her braces.

“Don’t call me that!” Anna whined as Enjar pulled the cloth back.

“I’ll stop if you tell me what happened.” He teased, his grin revealing the bright green gum between his teeth. Anna avoided his stare, going even redder.

“Anna Banaaaanaaannnaaaaaaa…” Enjar murmured, grinning.

“I kissed Mikkel on the bus, but it stopped suddenly and we head butted each other. My braces vut my lip and it gushed everywhere.” She bit her lip as she felt her face burn. Looking into her lap, she saw Enjar lean back in her peripheral vision, trying to stop himself from laughing.

She looked up at him, he was leaning back, hand clamped tightly over his mouth the other gripping the table for support as his eyes began to water. He was shaking his head, trying not to loose his cool.

“It’s not funny!” Anna moaned, grabbing the ice pack and putting it back against the egg on her forehead.

“…yes it is…” Enjar squeaked, before exploding into a fit of laughter, cackling evilly for a solid minute, before sighing and wiping his eyes.

“Ahhhh, that’s beautiful.” He teased, “True love at it’s finest.”

Anna pouted, “Shut up, you don’t even have a girlfriend.” Enjar grinned, “No, but I can tease you about your boyfriend!”

Anna sighed, “He’s not my boyfriend!” she whined.

“Hmmm? We’ll see.” Enjar smirked, leaning back in to nurse her lip again.

19 and 16

She knocked on her big brother’s door, sniffing. Loud, awful metal music was blasting from his shitty speakers, it wasn’t surprising he couldn’t hear her.

She hit the door louder. Inside she heard a groan, then some shuffling. Her brother answered the door, looking down at her with tired eyes.

“Whaddyou want?” He mumbled, taking in her face. Anna wiped her red, puffy eyes and sniffed again. She couldn’t bring herself to say it.

She watched Enjar’s face soften, turning to one of concern as he opened the door more.

“Hey, what’s wrong, Ann?” He frowned, looking up and down the hallway, before putting his hand on her shoulder and pulling her inside.

His room was dark, covered in edgy band posters and smelled… well it smelled like a sweaty teen boy’s room. It was surprisingly neat, only a few dirty clothes laying at the end of his bed and some drawings scattered over his desk. Enjar guided her over to his bed, sitting her down and turning off the music.

“Ann?” He asked again, looking at her with worry, pulling her close.

She rested her head against him, catching a slight whiff of his armpit, but she couldn't be bothered to gag dramatically like normal.

Enjar’s body was illuminated by the setting sun, her brother wearing only a loose pair of black sweatpants. His skin was slightly sticky from the warm, evening humidity. He gazed at her, her pretty party dress and makeup that she had painstakingly applied less than an hour ago, now smudged and ruined.

“I-I-I…” She stuttered, her sobs catching up to her.

“Shh, take a breath, what happened?” Enjar rubbed her back, tucking his long fringe behind his ear.

He really needed a haircut, he looked like Gerard Way if he'd taken up living in a Danish sewer.

“Tell me what happened.”

His voice was soft, caring even, but there was an undertone of concern, even anger.

“I was-was at the p-party, Maria’s 17th. An-And I saw M-Mikkel, with… He kissed Sabrina.” Anna burst into tears again, Enjar pulling her close and hugging her tightly.

“Awww, Anna I’m sorry.”

Anna nodded, as Enjar shushed her, soothing her until her crying subsided.

“You done now? You’re getting mascara all over my massive, muscular pecs.” He joked, flexing a little, his chest muscles barely shifting as he tensed his skinny arms. He had been starting to get more definition since he'd started going to the gym now he was graduated from school. He really wanted to be strong enough when the draft came around.

Anna chuckled, sniffing, before lifting her face away from his arm.

“Yeah…? Dream on…”

She sniffed, “Also, you smell bad.”

She giggled, watching as Enjar flexed his not so massive nor muscular pecs. “Hold on.” He said, getting up and going to the clothes at the end of the bed. He pulled on a baggy t-shirt, then wrestled on his Doc Martens. They were dull, black leather ones with scuffed up toes he’d found at some thrift store. He rummaged around in his desk drawers, looking for something, then, turned around, holding up some car keys with a wicked grin.

“How ‘bout you and I go for a little drive?”

Anna sat in the car as Enjar slid in a CD. “And this band, my little sister, is called Slipknot.”

Anna watched as Enjar drove into the night, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers to the beat. The music was strangely cathartic as Anna listened to the loud music blasting from the poor car’s speakers. They pulled up to Maria’s house, the pop music and lights blaring from inside as Enjar got out of the car.

“You wanna come?” He asked, looking to Anna as she got out. She nodded, her face now clean from the tear streaked makeup.

“Good. You’re gonna enjoy this.”

The boy grinned, cracking his knuckles. Enjar knocked on the door, before opening it, Anna following in close behind. Enjar spotted Anna’s former boyfriend making out with some blonde chick, sneaking up behind him and planting a hand on his shoulder.

Mikkel pulled back from Sabrina, turning around to see Enjar scowling at him, only for a big grin beginning to creep over his face, as he growled.

“Hey, punk.”

Mikkel went pale, spotting Anna behind Enjar and trying to save face he snapped back at her.

“Ooooh, so you got your big brother to come solve all your problems, Annie?”

Enjar’s blue-grey eyes flickered, her brother chuckling. “Yeah, actually. Cause unlike you, I care about her.”

Mikkel squirmed as Enjar’s grip got tighter. The older boy was slightly stronger than Mikkel, maybe his weekly gym workouts were starting to take effect after all? Enjar pulled the boy close, nose to nose with him.

“Listen to me, shit for brains. I’m feeling nice tonight, so I’m gonna let you go, but if you so much as look at her again, I will end you. Got it?”

Mikkel’s legs sagged as he nodded, the blood draining from his face, all courage in him going with it.

“Good.” Enjar purred, before shoving the boy away from him and walking smoothly towards the door. He ignored everyone staring at him until he reached the entrance, turning around and sneering at all the teens.

“Don’t worry, everyone. Just go back to your dancing and underage drinking, we’re all good here.”

He gave a little salute before sliding out the door, just for good measure.

As he got to the car, he heard a shout.

“Hey! Loser!”

Enjar paused, Anna looking out from her seat as she slid into the car. Enjar patted the door, putting his keys in his pocket and holding up a finger.

“One moment, Ann.”

She watched as he spun around, sauntering over to Mikkel. They were evenly matched in height, and both lanky teens. Enjar did have more bulk than he did, but not by much.

It was going to be a close fight.

“You embarrassed me in front of everyone!” Mikkel yelled. Enjar shrugged.

“Shoulda thought about that before cheating on my sister, shit for brains.”

Mikkel puffed up, going red. “Don’t call me that!”

Enjar shrugged again, “Ah, I’m just pointing out the truth.” He was starting to get cocky. Mikkel clenched his fists, growling. Enjar grinned, watching him get angrier.

“Aww, what you gonna do? Hit me?”

Anna gasped as Mikkel punched Enjar right in the eye, only for Enjar to grab his arm and twist it behind Michael’s back. He turned the teen to face the window that the entire party was staring out of.

“Say hi to the audience, Mikkel!” Enjar grabbed Mikkel’s spare arm and waved it to the crowd. The boy squirmed in his grip, but Enjar held him tight.

“Now give them a bow.” He folded Mikkel over, forcing him to bow at the party. Everyone was laughing at him now.

“I warned you.” Enjar murmured in his ear venomously. “Are you gonna come apologise to Anna now? Or will I keep going?”

Mikkel quivered, “A-apologise.”

Enjar grinned, “Good.” He marched the sad excuse for a tough guy over to the car, keeping his arm pinned behind him. Anna wound down the window, looking up at her brother.

“Someone has something to say.” Enjar grunted, keeping the struggling teen’s arm tightly held.

“I’m sorry.” Mikkel muttered.

“Hmm, I don’t think you are.” Enjar growled, pulling the arm tighter.

“I’m sorry I made you upset.” Mikel murmured, wincing a little.

“Hmm, what do you think?” Enjar drawled looking to Anna, who suddenly lit up.

“Let him go En.” She smiled, as Enjar let her now defintely ex-boyfriend go. He rubbed his arm, as Anna stepped out of the car, her party dress glittering under the streetlight.

“Mikkel, we’re done.” Anna smiled before lifting up her own fist and punching the boy right in the nose. Blood began gushing out as Mikkel gaped in shock. “And that’s for giving my brother a black eye.”

She got back into the car, Enjar sliding in behind the wheel and waved sweetly at Mikkel as the car revved to life. Anna smiled as the sound of Slipknot filled the street, before winding up her window and blowing the ex a kiss, the car speeding off down the road.

10 minutes later, Enjar and Anna sat on the hood of the car, eating ice creams in the car park of the petrol station. Enjar had his arm around her, as they stared at the night sky.

“I should complement you on your right hook.” He chuckled, amused.

Anna laughed, “I learned from the best...” She deflated a little.

“Hey, I know you’re sad but it’s good it’s over. He wasn’t treating you right. You deserve a better guy than him. Besides, you’re 16, you’ve got plenty of time to find a new guy.”

Enjar ruffled her hair as she giggled, looking up at his slowly darkening black eye.

“What are you gonna tell Mama?”

Enjar shrugged, “Eh, I’ll figure it out. Probably say I smacked my face on something while head banging to Rammstein.”

Anna laughed again, that was something her brother had done before. He wasn't allowed to listen to Sabaton in the house anymore.

Finishing her ice cream, she got back in the car.

They drove home in silence, sneaking back into the dark house and rushing to Enjar’s room.

“Shhh…” He hushed her as he tried to stop himself from laughing. He shut his door slowly, before sighing and going to his bed, jumping onto it and landing heavily on the mattress. He turned to see Anna standing in his room, looking dejected.

“What’s up?” He asked, leaning up on his elbows, worry on his face.

“Am I gonna be cursed?” Anna asked, looking at Enjar, who frowned, confused.

“Uhhh-”

Anna slid onto the bed next to him, wrapping her arms around his body and resting her head by his heart. She listened to the quiet beating, before Enjar’s voice vibrated his chest.

“I don’t think you’re cursed. I think you just had a shitty boyfriend. You’ll be fine.”

Enjar grunted as he lowered himself down, stroking Anna’s hair. “I’ll always be here to protect you.” He mumbled, Anna nodding.

Soon, Enjar’s fingers dancing through her hair calmed her enough to put her to sleep. When she woke hour’s later, her brother was sprawled out beneath her, one arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders as he snored slightly.

Smiling, Anna went back to sleep, knowing her brother would always be there to protect her.

Smiling sadly, Anna looked at her brother’s sleeping form. The brother she knew, the one who made bad jokes and sang bad, drunken karaoke…

The brother who had promised to protect her…

He was gone.

Dead.

Replaced by this shadow of a man, who flinched at every touch and cried himself to sleep, then woke up screaming. Who hadn’t eaten in a week, loosing weight by the day, the haunted expression on his face and in his eyes…

Anna sat beside him on the bed, leaning in and breathing in his scent and listening to him sleep. She just wanted her brother back.

“It’s my turn to protect you, now. Until you come back to me.” She mumbled, stroking his soft hair as he slept.

~~ Poor Enjar had maybe had two or three hours of actual sleep, and now she watched as he jerked awake again, hyperventilating. Anna was slumped in her chair, dosing. She got up and immediately began to comfort him.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey…” She whispered, going to Enjar’s side. He looked at her, scared and afraid, searching her eyes for something.

“I keep waking up there…” He finally murmured, Anna looking at the shadows under his eyes, bigger and darker than ever. “I keep seeing him. Everyone is dead Anna…”

“I know, I know…” Anna whispered, wiping the tears from his face. She stroked his cheek until he calmed down, his sobs becoming shuddering breaths as he finally relaxed.

Enjar glanced around, noticing the room, “Hmm… what are they?” He pointed awkwardly, with a shaking hand at the vase of flowers beside the bed.

“I went shopping earlier but you never noticed.” Anna smiled, tucking some hair off of Enjar’s sweating face. A cheap, white vase was full of bright, colourful orchids.

“Here, let me turn on the light.” Anna groaned, easing out of the chair. She flicked the light on, before returning to Enjar’s side.

“Move over.” She shoved him playfully, Enjar shifting gingerly to the left edge of the bed. Anna climbed onto it, snuggling into his right shoulder as he stared at the flowers.

“I like them…” He whispered, his voice hoarse.

“Good. They were really expensive.” Anna yawned. She felt Enjar’s shoulder jerk a little, looking up at him in concern. But Enjar wasn’t crying, he was smiling with a gentle, slightly pained, lopsided smile. He snorted quietly again, looking down at her, snuggled close to his body.

Gently, he went to wrap his left arm around her protectively, but the restraint stopped him, so he put his head against hers instead.

“Thank you…” He whispered, Anna nodding.

“You don’t need to thank me, I know you’d do this for me.” She looked up at him.

“I got some other stuff too, wanna see?” Enjar nodded, curious. Anna slid off the bed and went to the bag, rummaging around until she found the packet of gummy bears.

“You hungry?” Enjar melted, smiling that lopsided smile again. It was growing on Anna, it was endearing, made him look cute.

“Not really…” He murmured, clearing his throat.

“Okay…” She looked Enjar up and down unsure, and he glanced away, sheepish.

“Come onnnnnn, I know you like the red ones.” Anna opened the bag, holding out the bag of gummy bears. Enjar pursed his lips a little, swallowing. She knew he was drooling. Picking up a gummy bear, Anna threw it in the air, catching it in her mouth and chomping down on it. She pulled the chair up to the bed, repeating the process again.

Enjar stared at her as she picked up a third, red gummy bear from the bag, she held it out for him. Begrudgingly, Enjar’s lips parted a bit, and she placed it in his mouth.

“Well your food preferences are still intact.” She giggled, grabbing another bear and aiming it at her brother. He opened his mouth and Anna placed it on his tongue. She grabbed a handful, putting them in her hand and fed him slowly, then held up the second packet she'd bought.

“Hey, what about these?” She smirked, opening the bag and grabbing a handful of the yellow bananas. Enjar hummed, smirking slightly.

For a second, Anna saw the ghost of her former brother, grinning his wicked grin.

“Anna Banana…” He mumbled quietly. Anna looked up from her snack innocently. This was exactly what she had wanted. “Hmm? Did you want one?” She held out a banana, watching as Enjar’s shaking hand reached out for one.

She stood, feeding him one, laughing as Enjar ate it, mumbling again.

“Anna Banana.”

Anna began to giggle, looking at Enjar, who was confused. “What?” He asked, his voice faint and rough. “You haven’t called me that since we were kids!” She laughed for a while, before sighing.

“I thought you hated that nickname.” Enjar croaked, reaching for the packet of gummy bears. “No, I just found you annoying.” Anna sighed, looking up at him.

Enjar shrugged, “That was kinda the point…” He cleared his throat again. “All this screaming mustn’t be doing my voice any good…” He mumbled, coughing a little more, groaning and lying back. “Can I have some water?”

Anna stood, grabbing a cup of water and a straw, gently helping her brother drink. He seemed to relax a little more, lying back and closing his eyes.

“Tired…” He whispered, seemingly about to fall asleep. Joanna chose that moment to come in.

She mumbled, looking at Enjar’s arms. Anna looked up at her brother, who had suddenly gone quiet. He retreated into his bed eyeing Joanna nervously. She glanced at Anna, the flowers and the packets of lollies.

“Oh, you’re still here.” She mumbled, looking over Enjar’s arms. She went over to his left side, examinng the fresh IV, Enjar’s breaths catching as she held down his arm. He flinched as he touched her, looking at Anna with scared eyes.

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The Mumscarian Murder Cannibal AU [Part One]

Hey there. So, this one gets dark. @angeart and I have been cooking this au for some time now, and I felt like sharing it.

Initially inspired by this oneshot from Ange, the AU follows serial killer Scar and very normal citizen Grian, with Mumbo coming into the AU later along with some other hermits. I suggest taking the content warnings for this one seriously.

Content Warnings: kidnapping, murder, torture, cannibalism, manipulation, self-harm, gun violence, illness, injury, horror, major character death (not of the main trio), minor character death (random unnamed characters)

Part One [you are here!]

Grian likes to think of himself as a fairly ordinary person. He lives alone, in an apartment just a little ways downtown from the city centre. He works in an architectural firm, but mostly works from home, only popping into the office on occasion to say hi to his coworkers - who mostly double as friends.

One of his few out-of-work friends is Scar, who has recently convinced him to go camping in the woods over the long weekend. Now, Grian is not a fan of nature. He complains the whole time - setting up the tent, gathering wood for the campfire, and so on. But he also has a big stupid crush on Scar, so he agrees to try out his favourite hobby. Whatever.

The problem starts, really, when they go out hunting on the second day of the trip.

Grian doesn't get the best night's sleep, bothered by insects and dirt and sleeping in an uncomfortable position that leaves his back aching. When Scar brandishes a hunting rifle and says they're going to practice shooting, Grian wants to curl up and die. He would rather throw himself off a cliff than shoot some deer in the head - probably missing and extending its misery.

But again, he has a stupid crush, so he says yes. They stalk out into the forest, further than Grian feels comfortable. He asks Scar if they can go back, but Scar brushes him off, and Grian drops it because he doesn't want to look like a wimp. After a certain point, there are no more paths. Grian swears he sees a sign warning hikers to turn back. The forest gets all overgrown and impossible to navigate. Grian stings himself on nettles more than once.

It's miserable. Scar is in his element.

He's heard, in passing, that there's a part of the woods that is forbidden, no one's meant to go there. He's heard that people go missing - they fall into ravines or get lost or maybe wolves eat them, whatever - they never come out once they go in. And, hell, Grian is a paranoid guy. He asks Scar if they're anywhere close to that patch of woodland.

Laughing, Scar waves his hand. "G, we're not even close! You sure don't know a lot about the forest, huh?" And it's enough for Grian's racing nerves to calm themselves a little.

It's not long before they spot some deer. A few large animals grazing in a little clearing. Scar crouches, then hands the gun to Grian, telling him to get on one knee, and showing him how to hold the weapon. It's not comfortable, holding such a dangerous thing with no knowledge of how it operates, but Scar makes it seem less scary, taking Grian's hands in his own to guide them to the right spot.

Foolishly, Grian tries to savour the moment. Scar's body pressed against his own, his warm hands manipulating him into a proper position... it's as close as they're ever going to get, so long as Grian keeps acting like a coward.

When everything looks correct, Scar moves away and tells Grian to aim at one of the deer. Careful, now, don't overthink it. Just breathe. Stay calm. Be ready for the noise, it's pretty loud.

But before Grian can shoot, there are shouts from the foliage nearby. The deer scatter immediately. Scar swears, snatching the gun from Grian's hands, knocking him to the floor in the process.

A group of campers, three of them, rush out from the bushes. They wield foraging gear - knives, shears - and their faces are painted with anger. One of them points at Scar.

Suddenly, they charge ahead. Two go for Scar, one for Grian. And Grian is stunned. Confused, terrified, he shouts at Scar. What's happening? Who are they? But Scar doesn't answer. Instead, he raises his rifle, and shoots.

The first camper is struck in the head. Grian screams, shuffling back in the dirt until he hits a tree. Scar just killed someone. He just killed someone. Someone is dead. Their brains are all over the floor.

And there's two left. They're still attacking. Still running towards Scar and Grian. It was self-defense. Self-defense. Of course. Okay. Right.

Another shot. The second camper pursuing Scar falls. Grian can't take his eyes off of the bodies, still twitching as life drains away. He feels like he's going to be sick.

There's still a camper rushing Grian. They're upon him in seconds, seemingly unaware, or too hyped up on adrenaline to notice, their friends are dead.

They slash at Grian with a hunting knife. The long blade glints in the sun. He leans away. His heart beats in his ears. It barely misses him. They raise their arm. Another swing catches his cheek, drawing blood. Grian closes his eyes. Thinks this is it. This is where he dies.

A shot, loud, echoing through the trees. The final camper falls to the ground, dead. Their blood sprays against Grian's clothes. Some of it gets on his face. In his mouth. He's frozen, staring wide-eyed at the corpse.

Silence, for a moment. Dead, complete silence. Not even birdsong through the trees.

"Wh- who were they? Why... what did they... Scar?" Grian can't pull together a full sentence after that, whole body trembling as tears start to build up in his eyes, the crash of adrenaline washing over him along with the horror at what they've just done. Scar is somewhere behind him, the body in front, Grian in the middle.

It's like the whole world stops moving. Grian's shaking breaths threaten to turn into sobs.

He hears Scar sigh. "They were probably mad about what I did to their friend." It's said so calmly, so nonchalant, that Grian doesn't register the words, for a moment.

Then it clicks. "What?" he says, frozen in fear. There is something burning against his back, some phantom sensation like he knows he's being watched. He knows Scar has a gun pointed at him. He doesn't even need to look.

Scar is pointing a gun at him. Scar is about to shoot him. Click.

He runs.

Scrambling to his feet, Grian runs for his life through the dense forest, each step pounding against the moist ground. His breaths catch in his throat, chest heaving, fear spiking through all of his senses.

Terror. A gunshot.

A bullet grazes past his feet. He screams. Sobs. Chokes on the sound. Stumbles, but keeps running, dodging roots and trees as best as he can.

Something in the back of his mind tells him he should weave in a zig-zag pattern. Like he saw on TV once. But he can't. He can't do anything but run. Faster. He has to be faster. How does he outrun a bullet?

Scar is laughing. Or he imagines it.

Then, another gunshot. It rings in his already aching ears. Panic explodes from his rib cage.

Everything happens so fast.

There's a popping sound. A pain in his ankle. Shocking burst of fire.

He's falling. Crashing to the ground. Putting his arms out to break the fall.

And the world goes dark.

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When Grian wakes, he's disorientated. In the dark, inside, the smell of damp invading his senses. Something - maybe an old tap - is dripping, little watery sounds echoing around his buzzing head.

He's tied up, bound by rope to a chair. His ankle hurts. But it's a dull pain, something nonspecific.

Looking down, he discovers it has been bandaged, but he's bleeding still, deep red staining the white fabric. From the strange numbness, he figures he might be on painkillers.

When he remembers what just happened - how Scar just turned on him - he starts to sob, hyperventilating. Why would Scar hurt him like this? What did he do to those campers' friend? Where did he take Grian?

Is he about to die?

His thoughts spiral as he struggles to breathe, pulling against his bindings to no avail. It's unclear how long he's left like that, before a door creaks open, streaming light into the room.

A light switch is turned on. Grian finds himself in a hallway, next to what could be a door to a garage, the kitchen somewhere to his right.

Scar stands in front of him, self-important smirk on his face, and a bowl of stew in his hands.

And, see, Grian is not stupid. He knows there is a greater than zero chance that this stew is made with people. It makes sense: creepy cabin in the woods, crazy serial killer, bowl of mystery meat. These things scream cannibalism, and he's not about to find out if people really do taste like chicken.

Scar is very, very insistent that he tries at least a little. He crouches next to Grian's chair and tries to spoon-feed him. Grian tries to bite his fingers and Scar laughs at him as if it's the funniest thing in the world.

After a while, Grian concedes to the killer, chewing a bit of a vegetable in the stew. Then Scar seems satisfied, putting the bowl to the side and levelling his gaze.

He tells it how it is. Scar is a killer. He does it for fun, and for the artistry of the kill. He's always been this way, and yes he does eat them, most of the time. As he explains himself, with all the casual cadence in the world, Grian finds himself getting increasingly nauseous.

"Just- just make it quick, okay?" he finally stutters out, interrupting Scar in the middle of a long rant about how to make the most of human remains. And to that, Scar looks almost surprised.

He smirks that terrible smirk, white teeth flashing under dim lights. "Oh, Grian, I don't wanna kill you! I want you to join me!"

Oh. Oh no.

Grian shakes his head, horrified, as Scar goes on about how Grian is the only person he's ever felt anything other than a hunter's instinct for. The only person he's ever truly loved. And if Grian stays they'll be so happy together, no one will ever be able to hurt them...

Then Scar tells him to think it over. He's going out hunting (and Grian knows, then, he doesn't mean for deer) and he'll be back later. And he leaves, keeping the light on for Grian's comfort.

There is nothing comforting about it.

---

It is an hour later that Grian's ankle starts to really, truly hurt again. The sharp burning buzzes all over, centring on the bleeding, broken part of him. His feet are bloody too, shoes and socks removed while he was unconscious.

If he moves his ankle, his vision starts to blur, and his stomach flips. So he keeps it as still as he can, ignoring the mess of dried blood coating his skin.

Two more hours, and there is a noise. A garage door stuttering open. Grian doesnt see Scar when he's hunting, but he hears what happens in the aftermath.

He hears Scar dragging a live victim into the garage, which is only one wall of seperation from where Grian himself is kept. Hears how Scar speaks and jokes in the same way he always does, talking and talking and never stopping. Hears the sound of metal scraping against stone. Hears the thud and crack of bones being broken. Hears the poor camper scream and beg. Hears them cry out in pain and anguish. And eventually hears wet choking sounds as they drown in their own blood.

The thing that upsets Grian the most is how Scar hasn't changed. He's still the same person in the way he speaks to the victim, with the same silly jokes and oddball personality that Grian knows. It just hammers home the fact that Scar has been doing this for who-knows-how-long and Grian never noticed. He's not some secretly evil monster using that personality as a mask, he is still the loveable, silly man Grian fell in love with, and a ruthless killer at the same time. Those identities just arent seperate.

They never were. That's the part that frightens Grian the most. The fact that he really did trust Scar, and love him, while the entire time he was killing innocent people in the woods somewhere.

That somewhere is here, and Grian has to get out.

He's been tugging at his restraints for hours. Ever since Scar left. To give him credit, they are sturdy. Thick rope that makes Grian's wrists bleed. But his legs aren't bound, and after hours of struggling, he's made progress.

Progress enough to slip one hand out of the restraints. Then the other is easy work. Scar is still cleaning up. He can hear the sound of running water and the slick thud and scrape of a saw cutting through meat.

He can see the front door from here. Just around a corner and down the hall. It's not far. He can make it.

Putting pressure on his ankle is agonising, but he has to get out. He has to run. Has to find society and tell someone and get out.

It's dark outside. Autumnal. Could be snowing, even.

Anywhere is better than here.

Grian steps quietly, painfully, to the front door. He's surprised to find it unlocked.

Pause. His hand on the door handle. Listening. Scar is humming to himself in the garage, completely unaware.

Okay.

Right. He opens the door. So quiet. Not even a creak.

And as soon as he slips out, bare feet making contact with the icy ground, he runs.

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[part 1 of ?] [to be continued...]

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